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 There's  nothing like evening air.  Miss Winters's and her ponies always set  time aside from their chores and exercises to relax and enjoy the  magical hour around sunset.  Given their usual attire, it's inevitable  that eyes begin to wander, and it takes a stern hand to keep everyone in  line.

Of course, sometimes, that's the point. 

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This is from an old story by DrAwkward. It's one of her darker ones so you've been warned if you read it.

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